I got vices I like, like vodka on the rocks
Catch me at some Grammy party next to Jaime Fox
I’m not, marriage material, more like Heff
I got knowledge of self, I’m sorta Mos Def
Except, I’m a slut for a pretty-faced bitch
Youngin used to say I got a lust demon trick
Consequences every lifestyle you living
Some rappers got herpes, the gift that keeps on giving
Even worse than that
I seen people go too far and can’t come back
Straight guys tricked by transvestites, sick
Be careful who you let suck on your dick
That bitch might be a boy
I be frisking hoes in the club, I’m paranoid
I don’t exercise and that’s bad with black folks
Hypertension, heart disease, heart attacks, strokes

All my ex girls, say I’m selfish
Shit, we in a recession, I need help, bitch
Rent too damn high, I need help, bitch
Pour the Doc, no pork, but I eat shellfish
And I ain’t looking for beef
But bitch niggas get money, and think shit is sweet
I ain’t taking no L’s, we keeping it street
Both sides pack heat, let the grim reaper reap
And as far as rap concerned
I don’t feel like talking, homie, I’m taciturn
Industry blackball wouldn’t give Ras a turn
But I’m the best nigga rapping, write classic burns
And y’all dickride rappers who don’t even write they own raps
What kind of rapper is that?
Multi-talented, overcame my challenges
Don’t bring me here just to die like Richie Valens did

What up my nigga?
I ain’t even gonna lie, bro
I’m sometimes my own worst enemy
Most times my own worst enemy…